After Rohan had been called, the name of his opponent followed. His eyes widened when he heard the clan of the man. He hadn't seen him fight in the previous duels, as no one was foolish enough to fight against him.
He didn't remember his name though, but he had no problem at all with the name of his clan, as he was also in the top three strongest clans of the external clan. It was the clan chief of the Whitetiger clan, a rank 4 Beginner Warrior.
A smile bloomed on the face of the young warrior. It reminded him of the little oath he had made after the meeting with this man in the street. He was going to cripled him.
Rohan didn't know what exactly had occurred for Deidros to be forced to use mana combustion and ruin his path. But this man was responsible, that was enough for Rohan.
The two men stared at each other. A joyful smile for one, and a nasty one for the other.